Pre>. C f em. Oh you tell me that there's danger to the land you call your own. . F em am. And you watch them build the war machine right beside your home.
As I went out one evening to take the evening air. I was blessed by a blood-red moon. In Lincoln Park the dark was turning. . I spied a fair young maiden and a flame was in her eyes.
There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone. And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone. And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone.